❝ I swear to god,
you’re still burning
somewhere inside me. ❞
❝ Of all the things I am not very good at, living in the real world is perhaps the most outstanding. ❞
Anne TylerThe Accidental Tourist
❝ For we are incomplete and know no future,
And we are howling or dancing out our souls
In beating syllables before the curtain:
We are Shakespearean, we are strangers. ❞
Hallelujah by Matty Healy
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❝ He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace. ❞
Leo Tolstoy, from The Death of Ivan Ilych 
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❝ I am exhausted, I am exhausted -
Pillar of white in a blackout of knives.
I am the magician’s girl who does not flinch ❞
Sylvia Plath, from The Bee Meeting
❝ Often when I imagine you,
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer,
and I am dark;
I am forest. ❞
Rilke’s Book of Hours, I, 45.
❝ You too know that all my eyes see, all touch with myself, from any distance, is you. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is you. ❞
❝ He asked me when I planned to come back. Always, I said. ❞
– from The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolaño
❝ If it’s darkness
we’re having, let it be extravagant. ❞
Jane Kenyon, from Taking Down The Tree 
❝ And I will stay, and I am going to
lie down beside you and be good for you. ❞
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❝ You are here. You are here. 
You’re still right here. ❞
Richard Siken